“Now come over here, child. There’s something I need from you.” She was seated behind her big desk and I stepped around it. When I reached the b...ck, I watched as Sister Nancy raised the skirt of her habit and spread her legs. She wore no panties.“Come on, you must know. Haven’t the other kids been talking?” I couldn’t bring myself to answer. Yeah, they talked. I knew what I was about to do. It was supposed to be a punishment. But this was what they all talked about, I even overheard some of the. I hear a male voice and her voice but I can’t figure out what’s being said. Then nothing at all movement but no talking then I feel her hands on my cock I about died but I was blindfolded and she didn’t say anything so I didn’t either. Then she moved her fingers to my asshole and we started all over again with her fingers I was getting into her fingers when I realized the car was still there it had never left. But her fingers felt so good in my ass. When she had four fingers. He kissed it, licked it, stroked it with his tongue, drew on it like a nursing c***d. At the same time, his fingers performed the same tasks on her other breast, mimicking his motions exactly."By the High One, you are wonderful!" she whispered, as his hands kneaded her globes, setting a fire in her flesh. They left her mounds and stroked her back, raising goosebumps, then darted daringly into the cleft of her buttocks, long, clever fingers probing at her slick nether-lips. Keening, she thrust. I'd never used that commanding tone of voice with her before and I was gratified by her docile acceptance of what I was doing.I trembled in anticipation, propping myself up on my elbow to gaze hungrily down the length of my wife's prone body, my attention finally focusing on the forbidden dark crack of her defensively clenched ass-cheeks. My hand moved hesitantly to her thighs just below the clefts of her buttocks, and I began to stroke softly up between them, running my middle finger up the.